Glee s04e09 Episode Script

Swan Song

Give her some room.
She needs space! Breathe, girl, breathe! Does anyone have anything she can eat? I have some leftover Halloween candy in my locker.
I may have a juice box.
I'll go get Marley's mom.
This is bad.
Never in the history of show choir competitions has anyone ever fainted.
We got the juice.
We got the juice.
No, I'm okay.
Drink the damn juice! Marley? Marley, are you okay? What happened? She hasn't been eating.
She's been skipping lunch.
Is that because you've been telling her to? You trying to turn her into a damn rexy? What? No.
Why would I why would I want that? 'Cause you're a crazy, evil bitch.
Hey, Marley, you all right? The nurse is on the way, Mr.
Schue.
Santana, Puck, you stay here with Marley.
The rest of you guys, get back up there.
Leaving the stage mid-competition, for any reason, is risking immediate disqualification.
What?! That-that's a rule? Yeah, it's a rule.
One of the bylaws, actually.
As all of you all were spiraling into a self-created K-hole of crazy, the judges, by unanimous vote, have declared the Warblers victorious.
Hey, congratulations, Finn Hudson.
For the first time in its charmed, yet pitiful existence, the New Directions! Has lost Sectionals.
But here's the good news.
Christmas came early for one Sue Sylvester.
That was Blaine.
They lost.
Apparently, the new girl, Marley, passed out on stage, and the Warblers won.
Oh, my God.
So, wait.
That that's it then.
What are they going to do now? I don't know.
I just feel bad for Blaine.
If he was still with the Warblers, he'd be on his way to Regionals right now.
You think I should call Finn? If you think it's gonna make him feel better.
No.
I don't, actually.
It'll probably just make him feel worse.
Imagine coming down from one loss just to be reminded of an even bigger one.
Well, our friends' feelings aside, it's really woken me up to the idea of making the most of the chances that you have.
You know? I've got one more chance of getting into NYADA, and I can't blow the audition.
It's not your last chance, okay? I mean, you can still reapply.
No.
I can't live my life chasing something that the universe is trying to tell me that I'm not good enough to achieve.
It's not the universe.
It's just Carmen Tibideaux.
Is there a difference? Speaking of Carmen, has she started passing out her golden tickets for the Winter Showcase yet? No, and it doesn't matter, because I'm not getting one.
Alexandra Blasucci was the last freshman to get one in the past seven years, and she was practically raised on the Broadway stage.
Wait.
How do you even know about those tickets? I've become very active on the NYADA blogs.
I figured, the more I know, the better I can streamline my application and audition.
The Winter Showcase is like the NYADA Met Ball.
Ten students are invited to perform at the showcase a year.
The cream of the cream.
She handwrites and hand-delivers each invitation.
Just getting invited is an honor.
Former winners have gone on to win Emmys, Tonys, Golden Globes and even an Oscar.
But they all agree.
The proudest and greatest moment of their careers was when Carmen handed them that Golden Envelope.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wha-What's happening? What are you doing? Hey, there, Lumps.
Just taking advantage of the high ceilings on this, my new rehearsal space.
It is now the home of my brand-new French-Canadian, circus-inspired Cheerios! Side project, Sue du Soleil.
Get rid of all this sparkly red stuff.
It still smells like the Glee Club in here.
What are you talking about? Well, when your season ended, with your loss at Sectionals, I filed the appropriate paperwork so that the Cheerios! Take full possession of this room, including everything in it your trophies, your beloved plaque with the late Lillian Adler.
And I took her inspirational quotation, and I re-engraved something for myself here.
"I died a slow, horrible death choking on the fluid in my own lungs.
" You You can't do this.
Oh, I didn't do this.
You did this, and now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take your Nationals trophy, and I'm going to run over it with my Le Car.
Over my dead body.
Figgins' office.
Now! Door jam? How could you have let this happen? It's not rocket science, Will.
When the football team loses and the season is over, they are longer entitled to use the field! Fine.
We'll use the auditorium.
The auditorium now belongs to the McKinley High Drum and Bugle Corps.
What about the Spanish Room? I've rented it out to the Rotary Club.
The history classroom? Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous.
You're telling me that there's nowhere in this school that the Glee Club can rehearse? That's exactly what I'm telling you, Finn Hudson.
It's pure economics.
The district is running a seven-figure deficit, and we're sitting on prime real estate.
Let's face facts.
The New Directions! Are finished.
You have no place to practice or perform.
The only thing left to do is to hand over the keys to the choir room and inform your students that Glee Club is over for the year.
And if that's too much for your feeble constitution, I'm happy to do it for you.
No.
I'll do it.
How does it feel, Coach? Got to be honest, Becky.
I have looked forward to this very moment for a long time.
Now that it's finally here, I'm left with a strange, empty feeling.
That's how I felt when I saw Prometheus.
Now, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little concerned about them, Becky.
Those Glee Clubbers are so emotionally fragile, I can't help wonder what this will do to them.
With their dreams crushed, where and who will they be in just a few short months? I'm a drug mule in the Lima crack district.
I was forced to sell my legs to science.
I'm performing on the bathhouse circuit.
I'm a finance major at Brandeis.
It turns out Glee Club was really holding me back.
Oh, I wish there was some way to assuage my guilt.
A sign that I was doing the right thing.
Sue Sylvester? I cannot thank you enough.
I can't tell you how much I hate those kids! Do you know how demeaning it is when they just turn to you and yell, "Hit it!," and you're just supposed to know what song they're gonna sing? I'm free.
Free.
So, that's it? No more Glee? Until next September.
Sugar already bailed.
Can I just say what everyone is thinking? This is Marley's fault.
New Rachel, my butt.
I knew Rachel Berry.
I was friends with Rachel Berry, and you, Marley, are no Rachel Berry.
Mm-hmm.
Guys, guys, enough.
It's not like it's over.
The holiday concert is later this week, and we are going to be preparing for it all week long.
If this is our swan song, let's make it the best one it can be.
You really expect us to go up in front of the whole school and parade our loserdom for all to see? Yeah, Kitty does have a point.
We agreed to do the show when we thought it would be on the heels of another Sectionals victory.
Now it just feels like a pity party.
I love to sing and dance as much as anybody, but without a competition to prep for, it's hard to get motivated.
I understand that we need a little shift in perspective, but let's just enjoy this week, and look forward to our big comeback next year.
That's right.
What about those of us who won't have a next year? It worked.
You found me.
Did you lay out the line of cereal for me? Well, it's Tuesday, and I know how you forget to eat breakfast on Tuesdays 'cause the first few days of the week tend to confuse you.
How did you know that? You told me.
Is that mine? I think maybe the reason why Santana was always picking on me was because some part of her knew the truth.
About Area 51? About that I'm totally into you.
You're, uh, the only person that really understands me.
It's 'cause you're a genius.
And most people don't understand geniuses.
Like most people didn't appreciate Einstein or the Spice Girls until it was too late.
And I think that you know that I think that you are pretty awesome.
And your impressions are amazing.
Well, thank you, Brittany.
I'm super bummed about Glee Club ending, but I'm most sad that I never got the chance to do a real love song with you.
That's why I laid out the path of cereal so you could come in here and sing with me.
Is that why the band's here? You figured it all out.
So, will you do me the honor of singing a ballad with me? I love this song.
I know I stand in line until you think You have the time to spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid like "I love you" I can see it in your eyes That you despise the same old lies You heard the night before And though it's just a line to you For me it's true and never seemed so right before I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid like "I love you" The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid like "I love you" I love you I love you I love you.
I can't.
Is it my lips? No.
Your lips are so soft and horizontal.
I just like you too much to put you in danger.
Santana broke up with you.
No, it's not just Santana.
It's, like, all the lesbians of the nation, and I don't know how they found out about Santana and I dating, but once they did, they started sending me, like, tweets, and Facebook messages on Lord Tubbington's wall.
I think it means a lot to them to see two super-hot, popular girls in love, and I worry if they find out about you and I dating, that they'll turn on you and get really violent and hurt your beautiful face and mouth.
I'm not scared of them.
I know, uh, yeah Um, thanks for the song and breakfast was great, but I just can't.
Knees back, Schwimmer.
Knees Can I go get a sip of water? Of course.
Of course, yeah.
Stop.
Everybody, stop.
Because that's what happens when you're thirsty on Broadway.
You see, they stop the show so that mommy can hand you a sippy cup.
Is this how you respond to getting a golden ticket? I'm not being a diva.
I'm just I'm dehydrated, and I've been working my butt off in this class, Hmm.
And I have gotten better.
Three months in, you still have no stamina no precision, and you think you can outperform Alexandra Blasucci at the Showcase? That girl was born in toe shoes.
You won't even be able to keep up.
I've kept up with you.
Oh.
All right.
I-I just meant, with everything that you've thrown at me I don't throw things I teach.
Nothing I do here is random or unintentional.
It's not my fault that you don't understand my methods.
And it's not my fault that you don't see how good I've become.
Okay.
Would you like to show me how good you've become? Show me that I'm not wasting my time? Fine.
Chicago.
Opening number.
You familiar with it? Anybody else here can join in if they like, but this is between me and the platypus.
Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car, I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz Skiddoo And all that jazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes And all that jazz I hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues And all that jazz Hold on, hon, we're gonna bunny hug I bought some aspirin down at United Drug In case you shake apart and want a brand-new start To do That Jazz! Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear To all That Jazz No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And all That Jazz That jazz.
Now do you see what I'm saying, Schwimmer? You're not good enough yet.
Maybe you're right.
Yeah, I'm not-I'm not as good of a dancer as you are.
Oh! Oh, you're finally learning something in here.
But I'm just as good of a singer, maybe even better.
You think anyone in here believes that? Because there's a big difference between self-confidence and delusion.
No one else has to believe it.
No one but me.
But thank you.
You actually did teach me something, which is that if I'm going to win this showcase, the only way I'm gonna do it is with my voice.
Where are we putting Scott Rudin? That's where you have him? You need to put him over here.
As a matter of fact, you need to redo all of this.
Madame Tibideaux? I hope it's all right that I'm dropping by your office.
I-I'm not sure that you, uh, remember me What can I do for you, Mr.
Hummel? Oh, uh, I-I applied for the second semester I received it.
I reviewed it.
And the accompanying video? Of you doing the acoustic version of WHAM!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go"? What'd you think? I thought exactly what I thought the first time you auditioned for me last Spring.
"Here's a very talented young man "who knows how to sell a number, but who is devoid of complexity and depth.
" What? You gave me surface when I was looking for soul.
We are training artists here, Mr.
Hummel.
Performers who are not afraid to show their vulnerability, and yes, even their heart.
Madame Tibideaux, I-I-I-I-I have all of those things.
I rarely give anyone a second chance, and when I do, it is on my terms.
Now, thank you for your continued interest in NYADA, but as you can see, I'm busy preparing for the Winter Showcase.
Good afternoon, Mr.
Hummel.
Oh, hell no.
What happened to you? I joined the marching band.
I'm the drum leader.
What happened to you? We joined the Cheerios! We had to do something.
It's our senior year.
We wanted to compete.
We want to be part of a team.
And Coach Sylvester just let you? It was way easier than I thought.
I'm gonna be blunt.
60 Minutes is doing a piece on me, and that Leslie Stahl is gonna to bring the heat.
I could use a handsome, non-flammable gay to articulate how my defeating the Glee Club once and for all and absorbing its budget was actually the best thing that ever happened to him.
And my squad's looking a little pale these days.
Wouldn't hurt to add a dash of Yellow 4 to my championship cheer batter.
I get what you're saying.
It's weird to suddenly feel like you're not a part of anything.
That's why we joined the basketball team.
Oh, no, that's why you joined the basketball team.
I joined the basketball team because I'm good at basketball.
Uh That's right.
Uh-huh.
I joined the McKinley Floor Hockey Team.
And when I slip a wig underneath the face mask, nobody will be the wiser.
Hallelu.
Who knew this school had so many clubs? I joined the Interfaith Paintball League, where Christians, Jews and Muslims can shoot at each other safely.
Well, it looks like we've all sort of moved on, When are we going to tell Finn? I can't believe it's been, like, what, two days, that you've all gone in completely separate, and totally insane, directions.
We lost Sectionals.
Our season is over.
You can't be upset that we've moved on.
It's the healthy thing to do.
Is it really? Is it the healthy thing to do to take orders from Sue Sylvester for the rest of the school year? And Artie, man, you basically dragged me out of the tire shop, telling me that this club was part of my destiny somehow.
What did you even join? Your costume is ridiculous.
I looks like a peacock died on your head.
It's called a plume.
Whatever! Okay, look, I-I'm not going to waste all six minutes I was able to book the auditorium for yelling at you guys.
Six minutes? Yeah.
Emperor Sylvester swooped in and carved the reservation hours into tenths.
So the only other time I was able to get was 9:54, Friday night, and I'll be here ready to rehearse, and I hope you will, too.
'Cause if you don't, I think you're going to regret missing that opportunity for the rest of your lives.
I'll definitely be here.
Yeah, well, we'd all be here if you hadn't face-planted at Sectionals.
Tina, enough.
Hey.
Oh.
Can I ask you a question? Oh, The Walking Dead isn't based on a true story.
I already checked.
That's not what I was gonna ask, but, oh.
No, thanks.
Are you planning on going to the holiday concert rehearsal on Friday? Why? Well, I pulled some strings and I got us reservation for the VIP booth at Breadstix, but the only time they had available was for the same time as rehearsal.
So, do you want to go? You mean, like on a date? Yeah, well, I was thinking about what Finn said about last chances, Mm-hmm.
And how everyone's joining all these clubs because they don't want to miss out, and the truth is, is that ever since Santana left, you're the only person that makes me smile.
I am pretty non-stop hilarious.
You make me happy, Sam, And I don't want to waste any more time not smiling at your hilariousness.
What about the lesbian blogger community? They're not gonna like it, but the way I figure is that they know they're my sisters and love is love.
I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is.
Welcome to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts' annual Winter Showcase.
While this is a competition, it is also a celebration.
Each year, our faculty chooses ten students who exemplify the best of what we are trying to achieve.
Our first performer is Alexandra.
Blasucci.
She will be doing Delibes' Sylvia with variations by Sir Frederick Ashton.
Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
You're nervous.
I was, too, at my first showcase.
Just remember what I said when we first met you're here because you're the best of the best.
What? Well, that's very sweet.
That was a very good pep talk.
I don't know.
I feel like I like I got this.
You know? Look, I-I know I may not be a like, a typical beauty, and no one's gonna ever pay me to walk the runway on Fashion Week or I'm not gonna cure cancer, write the Great American Novel, but if you give me a stage to sing on, I know, in my gut, that there's no one that can beat me.
I can't believe you can be so calm.
Oh, my God I'm terrified! But, um, I know who I am and I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm just gonna go out there like I'm never gonna get a chance to sing again.
Well, I may not be able to cure anything either, but I'm smart enough to know never get in the way of a woman on a mission.
So break a leg.
What was that for? I think I'm just gonna start doing things like I'm never gonna get another chance to.
Hey! Uh, as sympathetic as I am at this particular act of a rom-com, Rachel, you're up.
Our next performer is from the freshman class.
Please welcome Miss Rachel Berry.
Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, and, um I'm just going to sing for you.
Being good Isn't good enough Being good won't be good enough Gotta fly and if I Fall That's the way it's gotta be There's no other way for Me Being good Just won't be good enough I'll be the best Or nothing At all I'll try Am I strong enough? Is there time? Have I long enough? Gotta fly And if I fall Well, that's the way it's gotta be There's no other way for me Being good Just won't be good enough I'll be the best Or nothing At all.
Encore! Encore! Come on! Encore! Um, this is my favorite holiday song that I'd like to sing for you today.
O holy night The stars are brightly Shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world In sin and error pining Till He appeared And the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the Weary world Rejoices, for Yonder breaks a New and glorious morn Fall On your knees O hear the angel voices O night divine O night When Christ was born O Night Divine O Night O night Divine Oh, oh O Night Divine.
Rachel, that was wonderful.
No it was superb.
And now we're going to have a brief intermission, and when we come back, if he thinks he's ready, we'll have a performance from Mr.
Hummel.
Carmen Tibideaux is an insane person.
Asking me to sing in front of the entire NYADA faculty? And all those theatrical luminaries? I mean, why would she do that? She's giving you a second chance at your audition.
She just wants to see how you perform under pressure.
I'm gonna fail, that's what's gonna happen.
Uh I have nothing prepared.
Oh, my God.
You have an entire repertoire.
I guess I could do "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again"? No Phantom, not in front of this crowd.
"With One Look"? Sunset Boulevard? Same thing.
"Being Alive"? Yes.
Oh, my God, I just got chills.
That's perfect! There's only one problem I think that's a song that Carmen hates and I can't do it without a costume or props! You don't need any of that stuff! Yes, I do.
You know that I'm at my best when I have my careful assortment of bells and whistles, like steel scaffolding or my gold lamé pants.
Kurt.
You said it yourself that is exactly what Carmen does not want to see.
You know when you were your absolute best? My favorite performance ever? When you sang "I Want to Hold Your Hand" in the choir room.
It was so just simple and emotional and I don't know, I I get chills every time I think about it.
Do you remember that? Of course I do.
But things were different my dad was in the hospital.
I dedicated it to him.
Who am I supposed to dedicate this to? Carmen? To yourself.
Uh, uh Hi.
Um I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be auditioning for the role of NYADA student.
Tonight I am going to perform a song that I've loved since I was six.
But, um I think for the first time in my life, I finally understand what it means.
Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to sit in your chair To ruin your sleep Someone to crowd you with love Someone to force you to care Someone to make you come through Who will always be there As frightened as you of being alive Being alive Somebody hold me too close Somebody hurt me too deep Somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep And make me aware of being alive Make me alive Make me confused Mock me with praise Let me be used Vary my days But alone is alone Not alive Somebody crowd me with love Somebody force me to care Somebody let me come through I'll always be there, as frightened as you To help us survive Being alive Being alive Being alive! Rachel, it's Finn.
You butt-dialed me again.
Oh, I I didn't I didn't butt-dial you.
I just, um I wanted to hear your voice.
Especially after Hearing we lost? That everyone's giving up and moving on? It's over.
We're done competing for the year.
Finn, Glee Club isn't just about competing.
You kidding me? You live to compete.
Kurt told me you were competing tonight.
How'd it go? I won.
Great.
That's Wow, uh congratulations.
Finn, listen to me.
You know, even if we we never won our Sectionals, or Nationals had never happened it still would have been worth it.
I mean, Glee it's it's about the love of music.
It's about people like Puck and Artie not just singing together, but actually being friends.
And Brittany and Mike dancing just for fun when no one else is around.
It's even about the romances.
You know, they come and go, but they're just as important.
Look, those kids they respect you so much.
And they look up to you, so don't let them give up on their dreams.
Okay? Promise me one thing.
Don't give up on yours.
Okay? No one else is coming, are they? I don't think so.
I had some good news for us, but maybe it doesn't matter anymore.
I found a place where Glee Club can practice.
It's not great, but I know for a fact that no one can kick us out.
"Dear Glee Club, "I realize most of you think "it's stupid to still call us that.
I mean, our season's over, so what are we now, really?" You're all garbage! "We lost Sectionals, so what do we have left?" You have assassinated William McKinley all over again! "Nothing.
We've got nothing.
"I got a phone call from Rachel last night.
"She just won the Winter Showcase at NYADA, "which is, like, this huge deal.
"Like, not once in history has it ever gone to a Freshman.
"And she reminded me why.
"I joined Glee Club in the first place.
"It's about music.
"Every one of us loves music.
"And no one can take that away from us.
"I'm not giving up on you.
"Marley found a place where we can rehearse, "and I want us to meet there today after school at 5:00.
I hope I see you all there.
" It gets dark so early now.
I'm really sorry, Finn.
Marley, don't.
No, I mean it.
You've being so nice about this, but it's my fault.
I was naive and insecure and self-centered, and now Glee Club's over.
Well, you and I are still here, right? There is freedom within There is freedom without Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup There's a battle ahead Many battles are lost But you'll never see the end of the road While you're traveling with me Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us We know they won't win Now I'm towing my car There's a hole in the roof My possessions are causing me suspicion But there's no proof In the paper today Tales of war and of waste But you turn right over to the TV page Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us We know they won't win Only shadows ahead Barely clearing the roof Get to know the feeling of liberation and release Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey now, hey now When the world comes in When the world comes in They come, they come Oh, my God, what happened? I got my NYADA letter.
I got in.
Oh, my God! Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over.